Hot For Teacher(91)
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Zach
Two words: Drunk. Sex. I’d never hung out with a girl this long without having sex with her. I invited Amber to come to the party tonight, but I wasn’t sure if she’d actually show. Either way, I was getting laid tonight.
“Z-man, you ready for tonight?” Chris asked.
“Of course.”
“Chad told me they’d have a few spots up for some ‘alone time’ with your girl.”
“Perfect.”
“Have you tapped that, yet?”
“No, but I will tonight, Chris.” I laughed.
I decided to skip the rest of my classes for the day, because I needed a haircut and a new outfit for tonight.
It sucked that I had to work so hard to get in Amber’s pants, but I know it will be worth it. On my way out the door, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.
Blondie: I see you’ve left the building. Guess I’ll see you later, tonight.
Jackpot…
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Zeke
The more I thought about it, the better the idea of getting drunk tonight, sounded. Alcohol wouldn’t toy with my heart. Alcohol won’t silently judge me and make me feel stupid for opening my mouth.
Being in school today just wasn’t cutting it for me. I decided to skip the rest of my classes and head to the mall, then to get my hair cut. Even though I knew I’d most likely be alone tonight, I wanted to at least look my best.
After a quick stop at the mall, I went to Cal’s Classic Cuts.
“Hey, Cal,” I said as I walked through the glass door.
“Hey, wait a minute. Weren’t you just in here about an hour ago?”
“No.”
“Are you sure? Johnny, didn’t I just cut this kid’s hair?”
“Hell if I know, I haven’t had my glasses on,” he responded.
“Just kidding, have a seat, Zeke. Your brother was in here getting cleaned up for some party tonight. Are you going, too?”
“Actually, I am.”
I’d been coming here ever since I was a kid. Zach and I always had similar cuts and Cal always cut it for us. Cal was a friend of our dad’s, and was a lot older now. Mid-sixties, gray hair surrounded the sides of his head, buzzed behind his ears and he was completely bald up top.
“Same cut as usual. Short on the sides and take an inch off the top.”
“You got it. So Zeke, do you have a girlfriend yet? Your brother was in here bragging about some blonde he had, so I figured you had someone, too.”
I hesitated answering him. Zach and I looked alike, but were two completely different individuals.
“Nope, no one for me.”
“Aw don’t be so down, son. I’m sure you’ll find someone and I bet she’ll be the total opposite of you.”
“Let’s hope so.”
Chapter 17
Zeke
I looked into the mirror to give myself a final once over before I headed to the party.
I put on a black turtle neck, blue jeans and my gray jacket. I had my jacket just in case I didn’t have a ride back later. It was supposed to be very chilly.
I told mom I was going to a friend’s house and walked out the door. Zach’s friend, Chris, was outside waiting for him and he came out right behind me
I walked down the street as quick as I could before they pulled up beside me. “Need a ride, bro?”
I looked at the old Toyota and laughed. Zach barely ever wanted to be seen with me, let alone let me ride anywhere with him. This had to be a joke.
“No thanks,” I declined.
“Zeke, get in the car. You can’t walk that far.”
I finally gave in and walked to the car. Before I could open the door, they sped off and then stopped.
I didn’t bother trying to chase after them and continued to walk.
“Get in, we were just messin’ around!” yelled Zach.
I ignored them until Zach hopped out of the car and ran in front of me. “Get in. I know you can’t stand me, but I can’t risk letting you get hurt.”
“Fine,” I huffed as I rolled my eyes at him.
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Zach
I really wish Zeke would lighten the hell up. He’s always been such a stick in the mud.
After an hour drive, we finally arrived in front of Saints. There was a huge cross on a steeple in the middle of the lot, and there were people—everywhere.
My kind of party.
We pulled up next to this hot brunette and asked where the real party was. She pointed and told us that behind the church is where Omecha Delle’s building was.
A few minutes later we parked in the lot across from the building, in the very last parking spot.
Chris and I walked up to the door, and somehow managed to lose my brother in the process.
“Chris, did you see where Zeke went?”
“Nope.”
“Oh, well. I know he’s here somewhere.”